A/n-Hello all! So….I didn't plan on updating this as quickly as I have…however- my car broke down on the freeway and thanks to having school tonight I had my laptop with me…so while I waited for the tow truck to finally show I churned this chapter out (hell yeah for chapters that pretty much write themselves!) As always thank you to everyone that read, reviewed, favorited, and followed, they mean the world to me and help me to keep writing. For those of you that said Damon's mood swings are confusing let's just say it's not going to get much better- he's hot and then cold for a reason that we'll get to later on. This story isn't going to be very long, about 10 chapters in total to get me outta my funk while I finish the last chapter of Who's Crying Now…if there are any other scenarios that anyone else would like to see put into a story let me know, I do take requests. That being said I think the note is long enough so until next time, happy reading!

Your Song

Chapter 3- Good Enough

The next morning Elena woke up, feeling like herself for the first time since they had started on the tour. Rolling onto her side she reached for her notebook and pen, feeling like she could actually write something again without it coming out like some whiny pop tune. Turning to the last page that she was working on she scratched out the lyrics before starting over again, her loopy script curling over the page, the small note from Damon adding to her inspiration. The words seemed to flow steadily until she was looking down at the paper with satisfaction, Meredith would be proud and no longer have any sort of reason to bitch at her about a new song anymore. Climbing out of bed she got ready for the day before packing up her bag, knowing that their tour manager would want them down on the bus as soon as they possibly could. Stretching she looked around the room one more time to make sure that she had everything she needed before walking out the door and letting it close behind her, another hotel room to add to the string of them. Damon was already on the bus when she got down there, sprawled out across one of the window seats, his sunglasses pulled over his eyes and his arms folded across his chest.

"Morning." Elena greeted cheerfully, a smile curling the corner of her lips as she thought about the note that he had left her. Damon cocked an eyebrow behind his sunglasses but otherwise remained silent causing Elena to frown. "Did you sleep well?" Again he didn't say anything. Elena chewed on her bottom lip, sitting on the bench across from him, and looked down at her hands, "Listen I got your note fr-"

"Christ do you ever stop talking?" Damon snapped, interrupting her mid-sentence. Elena swallowed and opened her mouth to answer when Damon sat up and took off his sunglasses, glaring at her, "It's like you don't know how to shut the hell up." Elena flinched back, wondering what had happened to the man from the night before.

"I-"She began but found she couldn't really find anything to say, her mind had gone blank.

"I-"He mocked back, his lips curled into a sneer, "Jesus Christ, next thing you know I'm gonna have to buy duct tape just to make sure that you can keep that god forsaken mouth of yours shut." Swallowing Elena flinched again before standing up and making a dash for the back of the bus, tears welling up in her eyes. Damon had been so nice to her the night before, had come looking for her and now he was acting like she was the worst possible thing on the face of the earth, she wasn't sure how to respond anymore. Getting herself into the back bathroom she slammed the sliding door shut behind her and sunk down onto the toilet just as the tears started to fall in great shoulder wrenching sobs.

She grasped at the counter as she tried to control her breathing, knowing that his mood swings shouldn't be affecting her as badly as they were but also knowing that it was a combination of things that had led to what felt like a mental breakdown...sometimes a girl just needed to cry. Finally she was able to take a deep breath and start to calm down, the hand that was gripping the counter white knuckled. She felt more than a little confused as she took another deep breath her hands shaking. Pushing herself to her feet, she turned towards the sink and flipped it on, trying not to catch her reflection in the mirror, knowing that she would look like hell if she did. Cupping her hands under the water, she brought it up and splashed her face, determined to get rid of all traces that she had been crying, she wouldn't let him see what he had done to her.

Taking another deep breath she squared away her shoulders, took a quick swipe at her eyes and pulled open the door to the bathroom. She stretched as she walked back towards the front of the bus and plopped down onto the other bench, looking out the large bay window. Digging around in her bag she found her notebook and pulled it up onto her lap, knowing that there was a long drive to the next arena. Smirking she set her pen to paper and started to write again, and even though she knew that it was petty, she wrote for him. As the words spilled across the page she wished she had access to her piano but knew that it wouldn't happen any time soon.

"Well isn't this a sight for sore eyes." Elena rolled her eyes as Jeremy, her brother and lead guitarist sat down next to her on the bench, pulling her legs up onto his lap, "When did you start writing again?" Elena shrugged as she looked down at her scribbles, how would she be able to explain to her brother that the person that he hated most in the world for how he had treated her in the beginning of the tour was the inspiration behind her writing. Reaching past her legs, he plucked the notebook out of her hands, his eyes skimming over the words, his lips moving as he silently read each line. When he got to the end he cocked an eyebrow at her. "So, who do you think you're not good enough for Lena?" Elena couldn't help it, her eyes strayed over to the other side of the bus where Damon was sitting, staring out the window. Jeremy growled low in his throat, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he followed Elena's line of sight. Without saying another word Jeremy tore the paper out of the notebook, lifted Elena's legs and walked over to the other side of the bus.

Damon didn't even get a chance to mutter out a word before Jeremy was slamming the paper down against his chest and snarling out something about it being his fault. Elena flushed a bright red, she had convinced herself that Damon would never see those lyrics and that if he ever did he would never know that they were about him, but Jeremy had changed that whole thing and all without saying a damn thing. Damon looked confused, his hands instinctively grabbing onto the sheet of music. His eyes widened when he looked down at the words, Elena flushing a darker red when he glanced over at her as he read them. Scrambling to her feet she was up and into the back of the bus, the door slamming behind her before he even had a chance to stand up, let alone say anything about the all too personal lyrics.

It was a coward's move she knew, but she couldn't bring herself to face him, so for the rest of the ride to the arena, Elena hid in the back of the bus, keeping the curtain to her bunk pulled closed- maybe if they thought she was asleep they wouldn't bother her. Several hours and one miniature panic attack later Jeremy was tugging back the curtains on her bunk and sitting down next to her.

"You ready to face everyone now?" He questioned softly, rubbing at her back. Elena nodded, chewing on her bottom lip.

"If I have too." And she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would have too, she had a performance that night and she couldn't miss it just because she was embarrassed. Rolling her shoulders she rolled out of bed before standing up and stretching, there was no more hiding she had to keep going.
She managed to make it all the way through the sound check without looking at Damon and without thinking about him, but as she was on her way back to her dressing room afterwards she was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. Turning around to tell her brother off Elena stopped short when she realized that it was Damon holding on to her.

"What do you want," All she wanted was to escape to her dressing room and to relax before she had to be on stage but it didn't look like that was going to be happening any time soon. Damon released her wrist so he could reach up and rub the back of his neck, looking slightly sheepish but not at all sorry.

"It's good." He finally murmured thrusting out the page from her notebook at her, "You should keep going." Elena was dumbfounded as he smirked slightly at her before he was turning and walking out onto the stage so Kompulsion could do their own sound check. Completely dumbfounded she stood there for a few minutes, her mouth slightly hanging open. Swearing she stomped her foot before walking out onto the stage, well aware that she was interrupting them but not really caring.

"What the hell is your problem?!" She snarled shoving him back and away from the microphone, not caring as his guitar fell from his hands and pinged against the floor.

"Elena?" He questioned startled as she kept advancing on him, shoving at his chest again and again, the other members of his band snickering as she did.

"I'm so tired of all your bullshit," She spat out shoving at his chest yet again, her eyes narrowed into a glare, "One moment I'm not better than the dirt on the bottom of your shoes and the next you act like I'm your best friend, like you weren't just treating me like shit less than six hours ago." She went to push at him again only to have someone pull her arms back and away. "Let me go!" She snapped trying to pull herself away.

"Calm down love." The last person she wanted to put hands on her was Klaus Mikalson but that didn't seem to matter to anyone as he held her back from Damon. "Just take a deep breath."

"Fuck you." She snarled back once more trying to yank herself from his grasp. Finally she managed to pull herself away, the feeling of angry tears sliding down her cheeks making her resentment grow. "And fuck you too." And then she was walking off of the stage, her arms curling around her waist in a protective hug. She hadn't even made it to the back doors before he had caught up with her. Grasping her upper arm he tugged her around until Elena was looking up at him, feeling rather foolish.

"Elena..."Damon began, reaching up to stroke his thumb along the smooth skin of her cheek, wiping away the tears. Elena jerked away from him touch, not wanting any comfort from him with how he had been treating her, but Damon wouldn't have any of that, pulling her into his arms and murmuring softly against her hair as he did so, and despite anything she felt herself starting to relax in his grasp.
She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, his hand stroking slowly up and down her back, calming her in ways that she hadn't felt calm since before the tour started, since before her parents died. She knew that she would probably regret being vulnerable around him eventually because it would probably come back to bite her in the ass but at that point she was okay with how she was feeling, she was tired and just wanted all the bullshit to stop.

"Are you okay now?" He questioned softly when she stopped holding herself quite as tensely against his body. Elena nodded and stepped away, reaching up to wipe at what she was sure were the black streaks down her cheeks.

"I'm fine." She sounded to meek for her own pride so instead of saying anything more she pulled herself away completely and continued out the side door, determined to relax and collect her head at least somewhat before she had to be on stage. She was just about to close the door to her dressing room when she was interrupted one final time by the last person that she really wanted to see. There was just something about Stefan Salvatore that really made her feel uncomfortable- though she wasn't exactly sure what it was she knew that it made it so she never wanted to be alone around him.

"Can I help you?" She questioned softly, stepping to the side as he shoved his way into the room.

"You need to stay the hell away from my brother." He growled out, folding his arms across his chest, "I don't know what kind of game you have going on with him but it needs to stop right now." Elena swallowed as she pulled back from the door, chewing on her bottom lip.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She finally mumbled, looking down at her feet. Stefan swore his thumb and forefinger gripping her chin as he forced her to look up at him.

"I don't care. Stay away from him." He snarled then he was walking out of the dressing room, slamming the door behind him. Elena dropped down onto the couch in her dressing room, her mind whirling a mile a minute. She had no idea what Stefan was talking about, what game he thought was being playing but she was determined to find out if it was the last thing that she did.